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Surely, with their baby on the horizon, this would come in handy.
“Every domain has its quirks and perks,” Aphrodite said with a wink. “With yours being so centered on partnership, a way to be even closer to yours seems appropriate.”
“Every domain has its quirks and perks,” Aphrodite said with a wink. “With yours being so centered on partnership, a way to be even closer to yours seems appropriate.”
January 23, 2026 at 6:16 PM
Surely, with their baby on the horizon, this would come in handy.
“Every domain has its quirks and perks,” Aphrodite said with a wink. “With yours being so centered on partnership, a way to be even closer to yours seems appropriate.”
“Every domain has its quirks and perks,” Aphrodite said with a wink. “With yours being so centered on partnership, a way to be even closer to yours seems appropriate.”
Dima nodded absentmindedly, one voice cutting through the rest in his head, drawing his gaze over to Isa.
𝘏𝘪, her mental voice giggled.
𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘰?
She nodded and Dima grinned.
𝘏𝘪, her mental voice giggled.
𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘰?
She nodded and Dima grinned.
January 23, 2026 at 6:00 PM
Dima nodded absentmindedly, one voice cutting through the rest in his head, drawing his gaze over to Isa.
𝘏𝘪, her mental voice giggled.
𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘰?
She nodded and Dima grinned.
𝘏𝘪, her mental voice giggled.
𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘰?
She nodded and Dima grinned.
“You will come to me with questions,” Aphrodite said—not a question, but a demand. “There is nothing you will encounter that I haven’t seen. But for now, focus on getting to know them. Spend time with them. Establish yourself. They’ve had a quiet god for a long, long time.”
January 23, 2026 at 5:45 PM
“You will come to me with questions,” Aphrodite said—not a question, but a demand. “There is nothing you will encounter that I haven’t seen. But for now, focus on getting to know them. Spend time with them. Establish yourself. They’ve had a quiet god for a long, long time.”
It was. And Dima could see why the responsibility would have weighed on his father so—already, he felt almost…paternal towards the owners of the prayers. He wanted to help them. Listen to their stories, reassure them. Celebrate with them. But all that was stemming from how he could 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 to them.
January 23, 2026 at 5:35 PM
It was. And Dima could see why the responsibility would have weighed on his father so—already, he felt almost…paternal towards the owners of the prayers. He wanted to help them. Listen to their stories, reassure them. Celebrate with them. But all that was stemming from how he could 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 to them.
Aphrodite smiled. “Isn’t it beautiful?” she said dreamily. “I never tire of it.”
January 23, 2026 at 5:15 PM
Aphrodite smiled. “Isn’t it beautiful?” she said dreamily. “I never tire of it.”
When she let go, Dima took a minute to take stock of everything. He could feel it—a new space in his mind. A pressure in his chest. If he really paid attention, he could hear them already—the prayers. The hopes and fears and betrayals and confessions.
January 23, 2026 at 5:01 PM
When she let go, Dima took a minute to take stock of everything. He could feel it—a new space in his mind. A pressure in his chest. If he really paid attention, he could hear them already—the prayers. The hopes and fears and betrayals and confessions.
“Keep a list,” she said sagely as their hands began to glow, Dima’s shock stealing the words of hesitation from his mouth. “Write them all down and then rank them by importance. You’ll never get to the end because there will never be one, but you won’t miss anyone.”
January 23, 2026 at 4:46 PM
“Keep a list,” she said sagely as their hands began to glow, Dima’s shock stealing the words of hesitation from his mouth. “Write them all down and then rank them by importance. You’ll never get to the end because there will never be one, but you won’t miss anyone.”
“Dimitri,” Aphrodite laughed, squeezing his hands, “of course that’s alright. No one should expect an answer to a prayer instantaneously. Even humans believe miracles take time.”
January 23, 2026 at 4:32 PM
“Dimitri,” Aphrodite laughed, squeezing his hands, “of course that’s alright. No one should expect an answer to a prayer instantaneously. Even humans believe miracles take time.”
“Isa is doing the advisor thing for Neo part time, so I thought maybe I could tend to my duties for it when she’s busy with that? Is it okay if prayers aren’t answered right away? Because if it is, I can do it, but if—”
January 23, 2026 at 4:16 PM
“Isa is doing the advisor thing for Neo part time, so I thought maybe I could tend to my duties for it when she’s busy with that? Is it okay if prayers aren’t answered right away? Because if it is, I can do it, but if—”
Aphrodite’s eyes were perfect cerulean saucers. “And do you?” she asked, so excited her voice was barely a whisper.
“I thought…” Dima paused, running through all the pondering he’d done in the past week. Remembering all the worrying and musing he’d done with Isa.
“I thought…” Dima paused, running through all the pondering he’d done in the past week. Remembering all the worrying and musing he’d done with Isa.
January 23, 2026 at 4:01 PM
Aphrodite’s eyes were perfect cerulean saucers. “And do you?” she asked, so excited her voice was barely a whisper.
“I thought…” Dima paused, running through all the pondering he’d done in the past week. Remembering all the worrying and musing he’d done with Isa.
“I thought…” Dima paused, running through all the pondering he’d done in the past week. Remembering all the worrying and musing he’d done with Isa.
Dima laughed at the squeak in her voice, watching her take his hands, sweeping her thumb over his wedding band with a happy little hum.
“My dad—he said his old domain is open. That I could have it if I wanted it.”
“My dad—he said his old domain is open. That I could have it if I wanted it.”
January 23, 2026 at 3:47 PM
Dima laughed at the squeak in her voice, watching her take his hands, sweeping her thumb over his wedding band with a happy little hum.
“My dad—he said his old domain is open. That I could have it if I wanted it.”
“My dad—he said his old domain is open. That I could have it if I wanted it.”
Aphrodite didn’t look quite as knowing as his father did, but she nodded anyway. Followed Dima out of earshot of all the other gods there. “What is it?” she asked again. “Such secrecy makes me nervous!”
January 23, 2026 at 3:31 PM
Aphrodite didn’t look quite as knowing as his father did, but she nodded anyway. Followed Dima out of earshot of all the other gods there. “What is it?” she asked again. “Such secrecy makes me nervous!”
“Yes, sweetling?” Aphrodite responded as they locked eyes.
“Can I talk to you, Nona?” he asked, glancing over at his father and receiving a knowing nod. “Just me and you?”
“Can I talk to you, Nona?” he asked, glancing over at his father and receiving a knowing nod. “Just me and you?”
January 23, 2026 at 3:15 PM
“Yes, sweetling?” Aphrodite responded as they locked eyes.
“Can I talk to you, Nona?” he asked, glancing over at his father and receiving a knowing nod. “Just me and you?”
“Can I talk to you, Nona?” he asked, glancing over at his father and receiving a knowing nod. “Just me and you?”
An hour or so into the family reunion, when Isa was busy having her hair braided by Hedone and Autonoë, Dima kissed her cheek and her belly and slipped away from his wife and his siblings and his cousins. Made his way over to all the “grown ups”.
January 23, 2026 at 3:02 PM
An hour or so into the family reunion, when Isa was busy having her hair braided by Hedone and Autonoë, Dima kissed her cheek and her belly and slipped away from his wife and his siblings and his cousins. Made his way over to all the “grown ups”.
perhaps i am too comfortable with my boss
January 23, 2026 at 3:01 PM
perhaps i am too comfortable with my boss
bluesky is really trying to kill me off huh
January 22, 2026 at 8:35 PM
bluesky is really trying to kill me off huh
“You don’t need to answer me now. You don’t have to answer 𝘮𝘦 at all—you can just tell your grandmother if you prefer. She’s spent all this time safeguarding the domain. Said I’d be back for it, and maybe I am…just not directly.”
January 22, 2026 at 6:04 PM
“You don’t need to answer me now. You don’t have to answer 𝘮𝘦 at all—you can just tell your grandmother if you prefer. She’s spent all this time safeguarding the domain. Said I’d be back for it, and maybe I am…just not directly.”
He was in a position Zak had never been in—living the thing he was to represent. If Dima chose to say yes, he would understand his prayers. They wouldn’t make him feel bitter or miserable. His role as an avenger would never slip past that of duty, into the realm of personal offense.
January 22, 2026 at 5:55 PM
He was in a position Zak had never been in—living the thing he was to represent. If Dima chose to say yes, he would understand his prayers. They wouldn’t make him feel bitter or miserable. His role as an avenger would never slip past that of duty, into the realm of personal offense.
Dima blinked. Then reached for Isa, almost unconsciously, only taking another breath when her fingers twined through his. “Me?”
“Yes, you,” Zakary said patiently. “You, with your wife you can’t function without, who loves you back without restraint. Your family you’re starting.”
“Yes, you,” Zakary said patiently. “You, with your wife you can’t function without, who loves you back without restraint. Your family you’re starting.”
January 22, 2026 at 5:36 PM
Dima blinked. Then reached for Isa, almost unconsciously, only taking another breath when her fingers twined through his. “Me?”
“Yes, you,” Zakary said patiently. “You, with your wife you can’t function without, who loves you back without restraint. Your family you’re starting.”
“Yes, you,” Zakary said patiently. “You, with your wife you can’t function without, who loves you back without restraint. Your family you’re starting.”
“I can make it so you can have your domain back too, if you want,” Jula offered.
“No,” Zak said, cupping her chin gratefully before shifting his gaze to his eldest child. “I was actually going to ask if you wanted it.”
“No,” Zak said, cupping her chin gratefully before shifting his gaze to his eldest child. “I was actually going to ask if you wanted it.”
January 22, 2026 at 5:17 PM
“I can make it so you can have your domain back too, if you want,” Jula offered.
“No,” Zak said, cupping her chin gratefully before shifting his gaze to his eldest child. “I was actually going to ask if you wanted it.”
“No,” Zak said, cupping her chin gratefully before shifting his gaze to his eldest child. “I was actually going to ask if you wanted it.”
Dima hugged him first. Then Jula, then Maks. His babies—his whole world. Now they knew him. Loved him still.
“I’m thinking about changing my name back,” he said.
“I’m thinking about changing my name back,” he said.
January 22, 2026 at 5:03 PM
Dima hugged him first. Then Jula, then Maks. His babies—his whole world. Now they knew him. Loved him still.
“I’m thinking about changing my name back,” he said.
“I’m thinking about changing my name back,” he said.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he told them with one last little sniffle. “I was afraid of what facing it again would mean. But now that I have, everything is going so…well, and smoothly, that I wanted you all to know. And your aunts and uncles and your cousins—I want you to know them.”
January 22, 2026 at 4:48 PM
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he told them with one last little sniffle. “I was afraid of what facing it again would mean. But now that I have, everything is going so…well, and smoothly, that I wanted you all to know. And your aunts and uncles and your cousins—I want you to know them.”
Zakary told them the story with the same care and detail he’d told their mother. He blinked back tears when he saw them reflected in their eyes. Whispered his thanks to Isa for the hug she gave him at the end.
January 22, 2026 at 4:31 PM
Zakary told them the story with the same care and detail he’d told their mother. He blinked back tears when he saw them reflected in their eyes. Whispered his thanks to Isa for the hug she gave him at the end.
“It’s Dad,” Maks told them, finally getting his hand out from under Isa’s without jostling her too much. She was far too pregnant now to be jostled.
“What do you mean, it’s Dad?” Jula snorted, though the derision fell off her face as she looked at her parents. “What does he mean?”
“What do you mean, it’s Dad?” Jula snorted, though the derision fell off her face as she looked at her parents. “What does he mean?”
January 22, 2026 at 4:18 PM
“It’s Dad,” Maks told them, finally getting his hand out from under Isa’s without jostling her too much. She was far too pregnant now to be jostled.
“What do you mean, it’s Dad?” Jula snorted, though the derision fell off her face as she looked at her parents. “What does he mean?”
“What do you mean, it’s Dad?” Jula snorted, though the derision fell off her face as she looked at her parents. “What does he mean?”
“Do you know who Anteros is?” he asked—because he truly didn’t know if they did.
“The younger brother of Eros,” Dima said, a heartbeat faster than Jula could.
“The avenger god of requited love,” she added.
“The younger brother of Eros,” Dima said, a heartbeat faster than Jula could.
“The avenger god of requited love,” she added.
January 22, 2026 at 4:17 PM
“Do you know who Anteros is?” he asked—because he truly didn’t know if they did.
“The younger brother of Eros,” Dima said, a heartbeat faster than Jula could.
“The avenger god of requited love,” she added.
“The younger brother of Eros,” Dima said, a heartbeat faster than Jula could.
“The avenger god of requited love,” she added.